Durandal Felt Herself Fading from Her Fingertips, Yet She No Longer Had the Strength to Turn Back

"What about her once the bridge is complete?" Xiao Xiao asked.

"We don't need the bridge anymore." Zhou Weiqing's voice was cold. "Dismantle it for scrap, or leave it there to fend for itself. Look at his expression. Does he show even the slightest intention of bringing her back? She is just a bridge plank. Once the bridge is built, she can be discarded in the Imaginary Space. Whether she lives or dies depends entirely on her own fate."

"He can't do this." Tang Ya's voice suddenly rose, her eyes reddening. "She trusts him! She calls him Bishop! She thinks she is carrying out Schicksal's will! How can he... how can he do this..."

"He has been able to do this for a long time." Dai Hao's voice was hard, but beneath it lay the faintest tremor. "From the moment the first Valkyrie died before him, he had already become capable of it. Now it is merely Durandal's turn. No matter how strong she is, she is nothing but expendable material in his eyes. When he said she was 'sufficient,' it was not praise. It was an inspection."

On the screen, Otto stepped onto the bridge. The golden span sank slightly beneath his feet but did not crack. Step by step, he walked forward, his white robes billowing through the currents of the Imaginary Space like a ghost crawling out from a crack between worlds. Ahead of him, at the bridge's end, the outline of that boundless giant Tree had become clear. Its roots were like dragons, its branches like the heavens, and every leaf bore the weight of an entire world.

"He really is only one step away from the final step," Huo Yuhao said.

"Can he take that step?" the Dragon Prince asked quietly.

"He can." Huo Yuhao